He lifts his head after stirring the sugar and cream in his coffee and looks out through the window of the café. The sun went down twenty minutes ago and the dim blue-gray illumination backlights the moody clouds. The holiday strings of lights draped throughout the interior cast their glow back off the window. They look like stars against the backdrop of the sky. He sips his coffee, takes in the scene, and starts thinking macro.
“It’s all so vast and it never stops moving, whirling and twirling in its infinite nothingness. Or, is it somethingness? Hold on a minute. Let’s take this step by step. There’s the planet. Outside the planet, there’s the solar system. Outside the solar system, there’s the galaxy. Outside the galaxy, there’s a bunch of other galaxies, nebulas, black holes, and ‘neverything else’ in between (yes, ‘neverything,’ that’s a good word for it). But, what’s outside that and does it have boundaries? It must have boundaries. Yes, it does have boundaries. But, what’s beyond the boundaries? Nothing? Surely there’s got to be something, even if that something is nothing. And what boundaries does that something-nothing have, and what’s beyond that?”
The same unanswerable question pin-pricks his mind into affirming his realization that he’s no astrophysicist. Frustratedly facile he blurts out to himself, “Leave it to Krause, Hawking, and the rest. They’ll figure something out and hopefully let us know.”
He turns back to his coffee, takes a sip, puts it down, and gives it another swirl with the spoon. The idea comes floating feather-like through his clouded encephalon. “A foundation is needed, and until someone can fully explain all of this, I’m going to have to reconcile this dilemma on my own. I hereby declare that, outside our known universe, we/it exist/s in a never-ending space filled with floating plastic spoons. The Spooniverse! Yes, the Spooniverse. But why spoons? Why not forks or knives? And why are they plastic …”
CERN would not soon be knocking on his door.
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